Australia Day by Jonathan Biggins. Sydney Theatre Company and Melbourne Theatre Company co-production at Canberra Theatre Centre, The Playhouse, August 29 – September 1, 2012.
Review by Frank McKone
August 29
It’s a bit weird, I know, but Biggins’ name always reminds me of Lord of the Rings, J.R.R.Tolkien and English culture. So watching Australia Day reminded me of an English comic playwright, famous for The Norman Conquests, Alan Ayckbourn.
In 1974, critic Eric Shorter wrote “The latest [Ayckbourn play] is called Confusions and consists of five sketches in a typically jaunty manner which have no bearing on each other but which again exhibit the author's delicious sense of humour in droll abundance.” In fact, in my view, the second last of the five, Gosforth’s Fête, is not as frothy as this sounds, just as Australia Day is more than a witty spoof of country town incompetency.
The odd thing is that the plot of Gosforth’s Fête is almost the same as the second act of Australia Day (was Biggin’s channelling his English heritage, or borrowing from Ayckbourn?), but the social satire says that Australia is indeed very different from the Mother Country.
Both plays involve a conservative politician, a public occasion in a village/country town, speaking over a public address system which is accidentally left turned on to reveal dastardly behaviour as a tremendous thunderstorm explodes all around. The details of the two plays are, of course, a little different, but the comic elements work beautifully in both. The difference is how the central characters – Gordon Gosforth and Brian, the mayor of Coriole (all the Australian characters have only first names) – end up as the forces of nature and human failure reach their last gasp, and the audience’s last laugh.
The English Gosforth turns into a Hitlerian dictator, or at least would like to. Brian, on the other hand, realises his ambition to micromanage and manipulate everything and everybody is justifiably washed away in the final downpour.
Ayckbourn effectively warns of the dictator at the core of English whimsy. And I suspect the Lord of the Rings makes the same point, though Tolkien and Ayckbourn were personally on opposite sides politically (Ayckbourn still is, though Tolkien died in 1973).
But, the Australian Liberal Party Mayor, Brian (played by Geoff Morell) , seeking preselection for a Federal seat, and his political opponent Australian Greens Party, Helen (Alison Whyte), reach an understanding on two levels as the roof of the marquee caves in: respect and empathy are the keys to a workable community, and honesty in politics is preferable.
After the laughter, Ayckbourn leaves a nasty taste about English life, which ironically our ex-pat Rupert Murdoch has tapped into since Gosforth’s Fête was written.
Biggins recognises our political game-playing, but leaves us with the good taste of common sense and compromise which can be distilled from the Australian culture.
Theatrically, Biggins’ Act 1 doesn’t match up to Ayckbourn’s playlets which lead up to Gosforth’s Fête in Confusions. Eric Shorter seemed critical of their having “no bearing on each other”, but Ayckbourn was writing in the days when absurdism had moved on from an esoteric theatre form after World War II to the popularity of The Goons, The Goodies and Monty Python. When I directed Confusions each of the first three playlets built the mood of impending disaster which came crashing down upon Gosforth, which is followed by a reflective Talk in the Park.
The short scenes in Act 1 of Australia Day, as the Committee meets over the months before 26th January (or 25th March, or October – who knows?), the characters are introduced and divisions between them are laid out, but there need to be more clues, like an Agatha Christie mystery, which would lead us to talk during interval about the possible developments. But without enough direction in the plot, we found ourselves over coffee and champagne without much to talk about, though much to laugh over.
And much to appreciate in the performances. But we were concerned that the role played by Kaeng Chan as Chester, an Australian born teacher of Vietnamese refugee parents, appeared, in the first Act, as token rather than of equal value. But when it came to Act 2, Chester comes through as the most rational, the best organised, with the least personal issues and certainly incorruptible (after all, he is a teacher), alongside the rough-mouthed dogmatic, but truthful and practical Wally (powerfully played by Peter Kowitz), the old-fashioned but genuinely caring CWA lady Marie (Valerie Bader, bravely wearing a “numbat dreaming” costume, who reconciles Wally and the Green feminist Helen), and finally the honest Robert (David James) who stands up to the culture of political manipulation (revealed over the public address system via CB radios which he thoughtfully imagined would make things go more smoothly), and who makes it clear that he is happy being a deputy rather than being corruptly made mayor.
The Coriole Australia Day Committee being democratic meant that all the actors were equal, and they certainly performed as an exemplary team. The plot, as the Day itself turns to mud, flood, thunder and lightning, enlightens us about the Greens’ agenda. Helen outmanoeuvres Brian, as Alison Whyte matches Geoff Morrell. It is fair to say that here is where Biggins goes one better than Alan Ayckbourn, just as Baggins wins honourably against the Lord of the Rings. (I won’t try to push this envelope too far!)
Rather than the sense of deep absurdity in English life leading to a simple, if horrific, conclusion – the final cynical words, in Talk in the Park, are “Might as well talk to yourself” – Australia Day brings the complex inanities of Australian life to a positive conclusion where we have seen professional give-and-take among the actors, between the actors and us in the audience, and finally among the characters of Coriole. The play, more subtly than Gosforth’s Fête, represents the life of its culture. This Australia Day is certainly not a disaster, whatever the forces of nature – human and atmospheric – bring to bear.
Footnote: Alan Ayckbourn went on to write 74 plays so far; this is Jonathan Biggins’ first ‘proper’ play, but he is already famous for the annual Wharf Revue.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Thoughts on: God/pool (no water) /Midsummer Nights Scenes /Ngapartji Ngapartji /South Pacific /The Memory of Water.
Thoughts on: God/pool (no water) /Midsummer Nights Scenes /Ngapartji Ngapartji /South
Pacific /The Memory of Water.
by Alanna Maclean
Seen a lot in the last few
weeks and feel the need to comment on a few shows.
Everyman Theatre’s sharp and funny double bill was a ‘letting
the hair down’ kind of night with directors Duncan Driver and Duncan Ley having
a lot of theatrical fun, first of all with Woody Allen then with the rather
nastier humour of English playwright Mark Ravenhill.
God is a piece of anarchy with a Woody Allen-type character
at the centre of it. Philosophy and history and Classical Greek theatre come
into it, but basically it’s a bemused look at existence and theatre with the
poor old Actor (Jarred West) in the middle. He has to cope with the ego of Hepatitis
(The Writer) (Duncan Ley) as they try to put on a play that involves some of
the usual suspects – The Fates (Euan Bowan and Amy Dunham). The Guard (Zac
Drury) and The King (Euan Bowan) while the ‘know nothing/know it all’ Chorus
(Wayne Shepherd) lurks around (mostly upstage avoiding trouble).
This got the fast and furious treatment with clever updates
and local references making it a good warm up for the real meat of the evening,
Ravenhill’s pool (no water), an absorbing, funny yet repellent exploration of
morality. A group of friends reunite with a friend who is a much more
successful artist than any of them, despite ambition, can hope to be. Are they
her friends? Is she theirs? Jarred West, Steph Roberts Amy Dunham and Zach
Raffan worked as a tight team, almost at times as one entity, as the play
twisted its way through complex viewpoints. All of this was done on a very
spare set with multiple locations often suggested by the movement and position
of the actors themselves. Their movement was sometimes as convoluted as the
twisting plot.
There’s always a sense of assured theatrical polish and
intelligence in an Everyman show.
CYT’s A Midsummer Nights Scenes worked in a rougher, more
risk taking way but left a similar sense of intelligence. For two nights only the
Teen Ensemble set Shakespeare against the screen, running pieces of A Midsummer
Night’s Dream against an intriguing selection of recent film takes on love. A
cunning set put characters like Hermia, Helena, Lysander, Demetrius and Oberon,
Titania and Puck into the local multiplex where their forest struggles with
love and jealousies and misunderstandings were played among the vocal popcorn
eating audiences for films like Titanic and Ever After and Four Weddings and a
Funeral. As should be the case the whole lovely tangle was topped by a grand
Pyramus and Thisbe, with a stalwart female Pyramus offset by a Thisbe who
brought the theatre to a hush when he took off his wig and reverted to his
usual voice partway through the finding of the dead Pyramus. The boy actor
became the boy and the tragedy struck home.
Big hART’s Ngapartji
Ngapartji has had notice before in this blog but it sat beautifully in the
Canberra Playhouse, reminding audiences not to forget what was done at
Maralinga. (I used to feel very reassured that the British had ‘tested an
atomic device’. At least it wasn’t an atomic bomb, I would tell myself.) Trevor
Jamieson is an unforgettable storyteller, as he was in Namatjira. Poetic,
important, unmissable work.
South
Pacific has had enthusiastic reviews and as a child audience for the first
Australian production where father was driving a follow spot in Sydney I
certainly found myself absorbed. I was struck back then by two things, Bloody
Mary (Virginia Paris) being hypnotic in Bali Hai and the bloody great
brooding volcano of Bali Hai on the backdrop.
Opera
Australia opted for much less brooding and a rather visually pallid approach to
the robust light and vegetation of places like Vanuatu but I suppose this is a
post modern approach. At least it was uncluttered and the set changes went with
a speed that ought to be studied by any theatre group still in the throes of
the black out and the black clad holding up the action. Yes, the Opera House
does have quite a deal of stage machinery that helps but there are ways.
However,
Teddy Tahu Rhodes’ deep and effortless voice as Emile was worth the trip to
Bennelong Point and the sections of typescript MSS from James Michener’s Tales
from the South Pacific which were on the opening and closing act drops were
grand and moving. I kept wishing the audience would stop to read them. But no,
it was musical comedy time at the preview and they were mostly chatting to
their neighbours and singing along with the overture and even applauding at
various points in it. I also wish our audiences would learn to wait until a
number has actually finished before clapping. As for the disastrous practice of
clapping along with the music, yes, it surfaced in South Pacific (bet Teddy
Tahu Rhodes never gets that in Don Giovanni). I know the male chorus encouraged
it in a bit of pre act two business and it was not happening during the singing,
but it is an intrusion even during curtain calls.
As
musician and humorist Martin Pearson once said while ticking off a Canberra
audience with similar proclivities, ‘I might try it without your kind
assistance…’
Everyman Theatre’s Two Comedies: God by Woody Allen directed
by Duncan Driver /pool (no water) by Mark Ravenhill directed by Duncan Ley at
The Courtyard Studio Canberra Theatre Centre, July 19-28.
Midsummer Nights Scenes Directed by Alister Emerson and Craig Higgs. C-Block
Theatre, Canberra Youth Theatre. Gorman House, August 24 -25.
Ngapartji
Ngapartji http://www.ngapartji.org/
South
Pacific http://www.southpacificmusical.com.au/?gclid=CNTZ-vzhi7ICFbBUpgoddlgAIA
And here’s a link to my Canberra Times review of another
recent excellent production, Canberra Rep’s Memory of Water.
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